Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.